小说内容

王秀雅觉得人生不能更糟了。Drafting dates from being appBar as the youngest daughter of the family, and she was loaned to marry a rich young man, only to see him hooked by a gentleman. So I'm here, standing in the depths of rural China, staring at the old, broken down courtyard. The family property has fallen, the man of the family has died, and the widow has to come to the countryside to be widowed, guarding a foolish little son. Mother-in-law is smooth and slippery, not sticking to the pot, younger brother is sturdy, and life is a mess. Tonight is particularly hot. The room is stuffy and stuffy. Wang Xiuyan could not help but get up to get some water in the middle of the night. She was still sleeping in the earthy bed, and suddenly felt a soft slump under her feet. She was actually rolling down from the bumpy bed. "Ah!" Wang Xiuyan screeched. She didn't expect to rely on her luck, especially since she was still doing her feet barefoot. The floor was like a weird ice bath, making her shiver.